behold, thou [ art] fair, my love; behold, thou [ art] fair; thou [ hast] doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair [ Is] as A flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
thy teeth [ are] like A flock [ of sheep that are even] shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, And none [ Is] barren among them.
thy lips [ are] like A thread of scarlet, And thy speech [ Is] comely: thy temples [ are] like A piece of A pomegranate within thy locks.
thy neck [ Is] like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang A thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
thy two breasts [ are] like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
until the day break, And the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.
thou [ art] all fair, my love; [ there Is] no spot in thee.
come with me from Lebanon, [ my] spouse, with me from Lebanon: Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir And Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [ my] spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
how fair Is thy love, my sister, [ my] spouse ! how much Better Is thy love than wine ! And the smell of thine ointments than all spices !
thy lips, O [ my] spouse, drop [ as] the honeycomb: honey And milk [ are] under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments [ Is] like the smell of Lebanon.
A garden enclosed [ Is] my sister, [ my] spouse; A spring shut up, A fountain sealed.
thy plants [ are] an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
spikenard And saffron; calamus And cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh And aloes, with all the chief spices:
A fountain of gardens, A Well of living waters, And streams from Lebanon.
Awake, O north wind; And come, thou south; blow upon my garden, [ that] the spices thereof may flow out. let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his pleasant fruits.